Like Paris?

Claire and I were at the bus stop. 
Temp, - 5? 
We're sitting in the car, engine off, no heat, talking. 
"Maybe we should take six months and go build wells for people in need," I said. 
This happens, especially in winter. This urge to go somewhere else, do something else, step out of this life and into another. I think, maybe that'll shift the restlessness inside me, make me feel better about the pipes freezing.
"Build wells?"Claire said.
Silvery breath swirled between us. 
"Like Paris?" she said.